Thursday, December 10, 2015

Mazzy The Mermaid Princess by Carol Eliassen



Queen Eldora is banished by her husband the King from her immortal home to live among the human race as a mortal woman. A miracle occurs during the birth of her Granddaughter that sets her free and drives her to find out the true reason of her betrayal.  Along the way she begins to understand what motivates her and stays true to herself when it comes to love and forgiveness even while facing her greatest enemy.

If you are interested in viewing the artwork of the Artist who inspired my story you can view it on line at www.stephaniebroker.com

And so it begins: 


 The Birth of

Mazzy The Mermaid Princess 

by Author Carol Eliassen


Chapter One: The Crossroads of Baku

 

Figure 2: Artwork by Artist Stephanie Broker

 

“Eternity begins and ends with the ocean’s tides” - Unknown Author

     Something was different about today. The tides of the Caspian Sea seemed to sway in perfect rhythm. I cannot fully understand it or describe it in perfect detail. Trust me it was different. It seemed that something perfect and magical was happening in the seas below. I did not know what but whatever it was, I could imagine it as beautiful and pure. You could actually smell it in the air with each inhalation of pure misty salt water.

     I was on the beach near the city of Baku, the capital of Azerbaijan, located at the crossroads of Eastern Europe and Western Asia. The sand seeped in between my toes as I walked barefoot along the beach. It was so soft it felt like a touch of smooth silk. I dusted it off as I started to climb the stairs to the pier that stood alone near my hotel.

     The beauty of the surrounding sea, beach, and mountains astounded me with each step. I put on my sandals as I walked up on the creaky boards and headed out to the end of the pier. The waves were crashing into it in perfect harmony as if it were the beat of one’s own heart.  

      As I ventured to the end of the pier to take in the view, I met an old woman who sat in a fold out chair staring out to sea. She seemed out of place. She had a blanket wrapped from the neck down that had some ancient pictures and Arabic writing embroidered on it. She had long flowing black and silver hair and there were deep lines that adorned her face. She continued staring out to sea as though no one had approached. It seemed as if she was watching for something on the horizon as she scanned it back and forth with her eyes.  

      My name is Katrina Nelson, a Journalist that covers governmental events, I happened to be in this magnificent city only for a few days to report on a trip made by the President of the United States. The trip was almost over except for the Gala dinner at the estate of one of the most prominent families in town tonight. I needed a break so I chose to take a walk along the beach ending up here on the pier. Call it destiny or whatever you like for missing that dinner, I have no regrets. I found the greatest story of all time told to me by an old woman sitting on a pier in a broken fold up chair wearing an old blanket staring out to sea. 

     This is the old woman’s story. 


This short story is being published and distributed soon by a leading distribution company.   Stay tuned for some exciting details in the next two weeks! 

 

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

The Clairvoyant Gift by Carol Eliassen



 Did this piece in a class I finished recently.  It starts out with an assignment of a few starting words and then you write the story. Sometimes we all need a boost to get us started in our writing or at least a deadline to finish!  Hope you enjoy this short piece.  I have more - will post later. 

Pat knew for a long time that a clairvoyant gift was a curse to some and a gift to others.  Observing some of his peers he could see the mistakes that were made and had devastating results.  Pete was one of them who knew better but he was set to save the world and use his gifts.  He only created chaos and fear.  Pat on the other hand used his gift for the good and kept secret the bad he would “see.”  

As Pete’s voice became a high shrill over the group of clairvoyant members that had gathered for their monthly meeting, he prophesied, “the end is near!”  Pat immediately jumped up from across the room and literally ran over to calm his childhood friend.  

“Pete, we know what you are seeing but right now we need to keep calm and stick to the meeting agenda that is going on tonight,” he gently reminded him.  

“But –“

“It’s ok, just not tonight.  We can discuss it over coffee tomorrow at my house in the morning, say 10:00 am?  You’ll be there, right?” 

“Yeah, sure, I guess as he slowly moved to sit down again and regain his composure.  “Not sure what came over me but it seems like it is happening more and more.”

“I know my friend.  You’ll be okay, he assured him.  “Maybe we should go see Dr. Moore next week and find out if he can help you with the new procedure he is testing.  He would like you to try it –“

“I don’t think I’m ready for it and I’m not sure or really clear as to why I need it”, he interrupted Pat as though he was longer remembering what just happened.   

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow and I’ll invite Jack and he can explain it to you.  You do remember Jack, Dr. Moore’s assistant?”

“Not really.  I’ll be there anyway.  Better get back to the meeting Pat.  I don’t want to miss the Extra-sensory perception (ESP) coverage Joan is going to start covering in her presentation.  See you tomorrow.”

Pat knew what Pete couldn’t remember.  His dear friend and clairvoyant buddy had a head injury a few years back and would have random outburst and then not remember why.  His gift only made things worse.  Yes, it was a gift at one time but now a curse.

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Salome and her Cubs



I recently took a fantastic writing class from Dr. Eva Shaw called Writeriffic:  Creativity Training for Writers through ed2go.  We had an assignment to view the Africam that I didn't even know existed and be "inspired" to write a story.  

I viewed the Cam and noticed Salome and her cubs. They have a live Cam where you can view various animals.  The Africam and Hoedspruit Endangered Species Centre are awesome sites to view and learn from when it comes to endangered species of the wild.  I didn't get to view the birth so my imagination went wild from just reviewing the area where they were located and being inspired by Salome.  What a Mom!!  Enjoy my practice piece.  I enjoyed writing it and hope you will enjoy reading it.

The sunset was glowing red in the distant African plain on a hot April night in 2015.  We knew the birth was nearing as we heard the cry of the wild as if to announce a new birth to add to its kingdom.  Suddenly a sense of stillness settled over the plain as Salome the mother Cheetah stretched out along the hay.  She was ready to bring forth the cubs that pulsed within her and introduce them to the waiting world.  


Salome was a captive Cheetah, who not knowingly, was on a mission to helping the world repopulate her species in the wild of Africa.  As she gently turned over in her bed of hay she pushed each of her five cubs gently into her world.


Hoedspruit Endangered Species Centre (HESC) maternity ward volunteers as well as people all over the world that viewed the live camera internet feed cheered her on.  Salome didn’t realize she was suddenly a superstar Mother on the world stage saving her species of Cheetahs!


Two months after their birth there was still no denying that Salome’s cub will eventually branch out into the wild and roam the plains of their African heritage.  Yes, it was a success and Salome is a superstar Mom as she cuddles close to her cubs in the dark of night.  They gently push against Salome and snuggling into her bosom with an expression of love written across their face.


As the sun rises across the horizon, the Cubs are just one more day closer to leaving.  They unknowingly will continue their mother’s legacy and one day their own superstar.

Cerulean Blue by Carol Eliassen

Cerulean Blue
Some call me Cerulean blue. I am a coat of many hues, that range from Cyan the Great, to the depths of the dark deep blue. I’m not really one but many. I sometimes overlay my bluest of friends. I may be dimmer than some, but I can accent anyone.

I love to be the colorful flower swaying in the wind, or the backdrop of the sky as the white fluffy clouds cluster nearby.

My artist friend uses me to be a fragment of the color of a fish in a tropical sea or the background of a pink salmon breed.  I am versatile at best and can be used with all my palette companions, especially sunflower lemon yellow, flaming tomato red, or that outrageous lime green.

I tend to light up the sky behind the tall snow-covered mountains or help that bright frothing white to accent the towering swells that are turbulent in the precarious bay. I have to admit though my favorite place to be is with a vase of other colors swaying in the breeze.

I am versatile at best, not like all the rest. I’m not just blue; I’m also a hue.

The Wine Cork by Carol Eliassen


Making Wine Cork Bears
They aren’t just wine corks.  No, they are versatile pieces of art, and oh, the stories that could be told if they could all talk.  You may think I’m as crazy as a fruitcake on a hot summer day if you are a connoisseur of fine wines, but it is true!  The wine cork is so much more than we normally give it credit for, and let me explain why. 

First, I like to drink the dark red wines.  The red wine leaves a ruby hue of a stain that graces the end of the cork. The cork has had the honor of sloshing around in the glorious wine until it has been slowly pulled out by the forceps of a wine cork remover.  I see something most people don’t when they find a cork that has been blessed with a deep red stain.  I see a wine cork bear.  It’s not just any bear, it’s a Christmas bear ornament.

I don’t drink enough wine to collect all of the wine corks (darn) that I need to make my bears, so I visit the local hobby store and buy them in packages.  The stories these wine corks will tell you.  How?  Well, once I opened a package of corks with the monogram of a California winery and inscribed on the cork with a handwritten message saying, “I love you, our first anniversary 1995.”  My imagination went wild, and I wondered how could they lose such a precious memento? 

Were they young or old?  Did they fall out of love and throw the corks away?  I wanted to believe that they rented a storage, forgot to pay and all their things were auctioned.  Whatever the reason I wanted to believe that love prevailed and they were still together.  I had to believe it.  I couldn’t imagine otherwise.

Were they young or old?  Did they fall out of love and throw the corks away?  I wanted to believe that they rented a storage, forgot to pay and all their things were auctioned.  Whatever the reason I wanted to believe that love prevailed and they were still together.  I had to believe it.  I couldn’t imagine otherwise.

My Christmas bear that year bore their message on his arm.  It was a badge of love as he hung from the Christmas tree with his wine cork arm straight out bearing their words.  His hands and feet were just ruby red stains of what was left of the wine the two lovers shared that night in 1995.

No, the wine cork is not just for wine.  It’s also for Christmas bears and love.




The Harp of Gold by Carol Eliassen



Back in elementary school probably around 5th or 6th grade I wrote about Vietnam.  I remember the substance of the story/poem but can only remember these specific words.  It was about the true love of a girl whose boyfriend or husband was killed in Vietnam.  I think from what I remember it had something to do with a girl running up a hill and opening a gate and then falling down and seeing the harp with the inscription.  I had a wild imagination then and still do.  I just need to write it all down.  

A friend or one I thought was a friend back in elementary school asked if she could borrow my stories/poems ( I had many) so she could copy them and would give them back.  Unfortunately, they are lost forever because she refused to give them back to me.  Maybe that is why I like to publish things online now because they will hopefully always be there!  Hope you enjoy reading.  I'm thinking about using this part I remember and writing an online story.  Check back for more.   

There was a harp pure of gold
A foreign made kind
It said Vietnam
1969

The Day My Father Died by Carol Eliassen

I wrote this right after my Dad died when I was fifteen.  I even turned it into my 9th grade English class as an assignment.  There was a lot more to it but this is all I remember. 


The day my Father died
I knew not what to do
It came and rained
The pain was vain
I knew the sadness too.

I looked upon his bed
And grew afraid to see his face
Or touch his hand as he did lay.

I loved this man you see
But I hid this love from thine beloved
I didn’t know how to show
Because I didn’t know he would go.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Whims of Writing by Carol Eliassen



I have a whim to write
 so write I will
Can’t believe I am
Being this still

I type and I type
To no avail
I can’t believe it
So I guess I will

What says the key
Can it really be
An a or a y
I really can’t say why

I have a whim to write
So write I will
When night time comes
I pick up my quill

Some say I’m lazy
And others say naught
When I sit here and write
I’m not such a snot.

I love the sound of the keys
That clank
Or the pen that strikes
As I sit down to write.

Well here we go again
Picking up where we left off
Not quite sure what to write
But at least it’s a start.

Good night my protagonist
It was good to see you again
I’ll finish your scene
Without you letting out a scream.

The days are long
And the nights too short
I’ll finish your story
Sometime in the morning

With coffee brewed
And in the mood
I’ll pick up where we left off
And again we will start.

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